Q-Man had just been born, Baby X was just shy of 3 years old and Big G was 5 and a half.
I wish I had a copy of the video my stepdad took...
Baby X was all over the place, finding eggs like a mad woman...
well, she found 2 or 3.
But her excitement was such a joy to watch!
And she would very carefully place each of her eggs in the basket and then take it out to re-examine it, promptly drop it on the concrete path (whereupon it would break), say "ut-oh" and pick it up gingerly and put it back very carefully into the basket.
Most others have disappeared in a blur, but I will remember this Easter forever.